EDITOR-IN-CHIEF James Coogan '29 ASSISTANT EDITORS Alice Dansereau '29 Rena McCloud '29 BUSINESS MANAGER Walter Kulash '29 ASSISTANT MANAGERS Edith Pearl '29 George Waller '29 ASSOCIATE EDITORS Barbara Bisbee '29 Clary Snow '29 Winifred Lloyd '30 Davis Snow '29 Gordon Nash '30 George Waller '29 CONTENTS Editorial 3 Senior Class 4 Class Day Exercises 8 Class Roll 14 Class Play 15 Class of 1930 16 Class of 1931 17 Class of 1932 19 Literary 20 Debating 35 Song Hits 36 Athletics 37 Alumni Notes 39 Class Grinds 40 editorial: All the World's a Stage All the world's a stage And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their en- trances And one man in his time plays many parts. His act being seven ages. When an aged person has nearly reached the end of life, and reviews in his mind the trail he has trod, and the role he has played, is he satisfied ? Probably not, for in some scenes he has made mistakes, or brought dis- pleasure to others or failed in some attempt. But all these things must be expected, for they are part of the dra- ma of life. Many other memories are more pleasing and more gratifying, that is, if we have done our best, and tried to make them so, for no true effort is ever wholly lost. If we would be pleased, when, in our thoughts, we live again our lives, we must try to play our part well, make it sweeter for others, and struggle onward until, finally, we are playing major roles in- stead of minor ones. If we had an audience, would our actions be pleasing, helpful, influential, or impressive ? Here again, the answer lies in the manner in which we do our acting, whether carelessly or conscien- tiously. When the curtain falls upon our scene, shall we be remembered as having played well in every new act? Of course that is also up to us. Irving believed that a name was only an idle boast, and after death immortality did not matter. Many think differently, but, if we are to be remembered, let's be thought of as among those who saw the right road to take and took it, regardless of ob- stacles. Of course, the glories would not all be the same, and some which seemed small have proven really great. Do we enjoy the role which has fallen to our lot? Of course, it de- pends upon the nature of it, but do we not create our own path, and, be- cause of our disposition, help or hinder our success there? If perchance, a fellow actor is dissatisfied, and un- willing to play his part with a smile, might we not encourage and comfort him a bit, and so strew a few flowers along his way as well as along our own ? Many other groups of actors crowd this great stage, and no character is utterly useless. Even though the vil- lain only strengthens some fellow actor by his base deeds, that is something, for as Longfellow said ; "Nothing useless is or low Each thing in its place is best And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest. Success Success is not the mere accumulation of wealth, although a poor man is sel- dom called successful. Real success, like happiness and contentment, is found in the poor cottage as well as in the rich palace. Having gained riches the man in the high position wants more and if by chance he gets it he still wants to climb. Success comes as he climbs the ladder of advancement. Success is the fulfilling of highest ideals. The really successful men are often those who care little if anything about money. True success is the re- sult of ambition and is built upon sin- cerity and faithfulness. THE SENIOR CLA BARBARA WELLS BISBEE Basketball (2) (3) (4), Assistant Cheer Leader (3). Captain Girls' Basketball (4), Alumni Notes Editor (1), Class Play (4) "Number, please," is Barbara's favorite chant. She's a jolly good fellow and boy! how she can laugh. Ever since she's been driving that car of hers and trying to lead the Girl Reserves, all we've been able to get is the wrong number. JAMES FRANCIS COOGAN "Jimmie" President (1) (2). Baseball (1) (2) (3) (4), Basketball (3) (4). Soccer (2), President of Athletic Association (3). Manager of Basketball (3), Athletic Editor of Tattler (3). Secretary and Treasurer Debating Society (3) (4), Captain of Basketball (4), Pro Merito, Class History. Here is the star member of the Senior Class. If you don't know your history, ask Jimmie. He'll tell you about it. If you want to know vital facts about divers persons ask Jimmie, he knows. He never sang in chorus until this year. We wonder why? Jimmie, old boy. you are our inspiration. ALICE MARIE DANSEREAU "Al" Vice-president (3), Executive Committee of De- bating Society (3). Assistant Editor of Tattler (4), Class Play (4), Class Secretary (4), Fare- well Address. Pro Merito. We'll always remember Alice as the one Senior who had ambition enough to do things. And she does them. As arc evidence enough of it. With the record she has made at Burgy she 11 pull through way ahead of the game. THE TATTLER WALTER MICHAEL KULASH "Corp" Vice-president (1), Secretary and Treasurer (2) (3), Baseball (3), Class Play (3) (4), Assistant Business Manager of Tattler (3), Treasurer (4), President of Athletic Association (4), Business Manager of Tattler (4), Basketball Manager (4), Executive Committee of Debating Society (4), Interscholastic Debating Team (3) (4), Vice- president of Debating Society (4), Debating Prize (4 , Lincoln Medal, Class Oration, Pro Merito. Corp is our orator, student, explorer, detective and business man. Oh ! yes ! he is one of the world's best astronomers, interested in one "star." RENA LAVERNE McCLOUD "Mick- Basketball (2) (3) (4), Vice-president (2) (4), President (3), Treasurer Girls' A. A. (3), Class Play (3) (4), Secretary Girls' A. A. (4), Assist- ant Editor of Tattler (4), Prophecy on Prophet. Rena has perfected a snappy walk to accom- pany her snappy ways. She loves the woods and flowers, especially the "Glens," "Jacks-in-the- Pulpit," "Sweet Williams," and all the rest. Her chief educational adviser is Wiggie — but she has many others. EDITH MARIETTA PEARL "D.D." Basketball (2) (3) (4), Class Play (4), Grinds. "D. D." plays her part very well, no matter what it is. She has a queer faculty of saying things when she should not. But nevertheless she's always there with a witty and sharp remark to relieve the monotony. THE TATTLER EVELYN IDA RUSSELL Evie Class Play (4) The only Senior that doesn't argue is Evie. She surely is in love with that town of West Chester- field whose youngsters she hopes to teach when she becomes a pedagogue. With her winning smile and manner we would all like to become her pupils. DAVIS WATSON SNOW Dave Treasurer (1). Baseball (1) (3) (4), Captain Soccer (2), Basketball (2), Executive Committee Debating Society (3), Captain Baseball (3) (4). Interscholastic Debating Team (3) (4), Presi- dent Debating Society (4), President (4), Address of Welcome. Dave is our veteran orator to say nothing of being a debater. All he needs now is fact and he'll be able to convince us. He's alreadv con- vinced us that at last he is in earnest and means to do things. Bon Voyage to France, Dave, also through life. DWIGHT CLARY SNOW "Barney" Soccer (1). Baseball (1) (4). School Play (1) (3), Basketball (3) (4). Treasurer A. A. (3), Jokes Editor Tattler (4), Class Will. We all know who Barney is. He abounds in everything — even bare C — s. He is the instigat- or of outdoor chemistry classes. What strikes us funnv is that he has started raisins; chickens. Owls would suit him much better. THE TATTLER GEORGE HENRY WALLER "Skippy" Baseball (3), Assistant Business Manager Tattler (4), Class Play (4), Class Prophecy (4). "Skippy" is the quiet kind from up Conway way. He does all his work under cover. "Skippy" has surprised all of us. Play rehearsals used to nerve him up so that he could never ride his bicycle home. The wheels weren't warped, either ! WILLIAM HERBERT WITHERELL "Wiggie" Soccer (2), Baseball (3) (4), Basketball (3) (4), Class Play (3) (4), Interscholastic Debat- ing Team (4). Wiggie's favorite is "jawing" even if there is nothing to jaw over. He is a charter member of the A. O. T. J. (Ancient Order of the Thumb. Jerkers) by which method he reached the Yellow- stone Park last summer. Ask Rena what Wiggie's choice dish is and she'll tell you that it is — apple sauce. SENIOR OFFICER! President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer Davis Snow Rena McCloud Alice Dansereau Walter Kulash 8 THE TATTLER ADDRESS OF WELCOME Parents, teachers, friends, we wel- come you here tonight as we, the Class of 1929, perform our last rites at Wil- liamsburg High School. During these four years of our high school life we have had much to be thankful for. We have had our dis- appointments and our pleasures, our struggles and our victories, but as we stand here tonight we may well be thankful to have conquered, and to have earned the honor of graduation. Parents, who can realize the patience and undying devotion that have been yours ? To you we owe the most, the honor of being here tonight. By your hard labor and sacrifices you have made this possible and we hope that in the years to come you will not be disappointed in your faith, but will watch with that same undying devo- tion the ones you love climbing higher and higher on the ladder of life. We welcome you with pleasure. Teachers, we wish to thank vou for your kind help and guidance through these four critical years of our lives. You have not only shaped the course of our studies, but you have also moulded our characters. We thank you for your kind assistance in our various problems and welcome you here tonight. Friends, I, speaking by the kind leave of the Class of '29, thank you for the interest and support you have shown and given us. It is always a beautiful thing to feel that there are friends behind to help you over the rough places in the path of life, and we feel this so deeply that it gives us great pleasure to welcome you. Parents, teachers, and friends, it is impossible to pierce the veil of the im- pending years, but we hope that if we could gaze far into the dim future, we would discern that trust and faith that you have put in us exemplified. We bid you welcome ! Davis W. Snow. CLASS HISTORY For your enjoyment, I'll review Our deeds and misdeeds, old and new. Some were great and some were small But I'll attempt to tell them all. Four years ago sixteen verdant freshmen entered Williamsburg High School with mingled fears and hopes. Our spirits brightened when, after registration, we were excused for the day which part of us spent in the "Old Swimming-Hole". The next day. work began in earnest with assignments and instructions so long that we wondered if we would ever see that "Old Swimming Hole" again. We always knew that Miss Dunphy's Latin assignment meant about two hours work and Mrs. War- ner's Civics about twenty minutes, but we never could tell how the rest of our time would be divid- ed between Miss Merrifield's Eng- lish and Mr. Bauer's Algebra. Each year we hoped that our work would be easier, but we soon found our hopes were in vain. With Mr. Coonev there THE TATTLER 9 was no bluffing and when we bluffed Mr. Chapman we read poetry after school. Although Mr. Turner used to keep us busy with Mathematics and Science we remember him best for the good times he planned for us at those Hi-Y meetings and socials. We had always thought that after three years of accumulating knowledge the last year would be easy, but how we fooled ourselves ! Latin has grown harder each year with Vergil as the climax. That twen- ty minutes' Civics has changed to two hours of Problems of Democracy; Eng- lish themes with Miss Burke have not grown shorter, and certainly in the Sciences, Mr. Wilder has given us no easy time. One of our easiest tasks each year was to elect a slate of officers, for they never realized what was ahead of them and the fact that only five of us have held office during the four years proves it. Like all other classes we have had to go through the worries of Fresh- men Reception but had the fun other years of letting the others do the worrying. We had Hallowe'en parties and Junior-Senior Proms each year, but Santa Claus didn't visit us after our Freshman year. We have had fewer parties than other classes but — we believe in "Quality rather than Quantity." During the last two years all of us have had a chance to test our dra- matic ability in either "Miss Cherry- blossom" or "Jerry of Jericho Road", and some have made such hits that we may see them on Broadway some day. Besides our dramatic ability what class can boast of a better athletic spirit ! That spirit which we began to feel early has grown steadily until, un- der the efficient coaching of Mr. Wild- er, it has reached its height. Our class has been active not only in dramatics and sports but also in debating. In our Junior year inter- scholastic debating was tried for the first time and two of our number, Ku- lash and Snow, were on the team which won from both Hopkins Academy and Amherst High. This year they were again on the team which won a hard- earned victory from Amherst, while our class sent out another orator when Witherell helped our team to win against Hopkins. And we were fur- ther honored when Corp won the Alumni Prize for Debating. We realize that none of these honors would have come to us or to the school if it were not for the untiring efforts of Mrs. Warner. We have been so busy at our desks, on the stage, on the court and dia- mond, and also on the platform that we have had no time for travel and we shall probably always be remem- bered by the townspeople as the class that preferred Williamsburg to Wash- ington. It is only within the last few weeks that we have begun to realize that our graduation does not mean the end of work but rather the beginning. The successes and failures of the last four years which we have just re- viewed with you cannot be changed, they must stand as they are, but what we make of ourselves in the future de- pends largely upon how well we live up to our motto — -"Carry On". James Coogan. 10 THE TATTLER CLASS PROPHECY It was June of the year 1959. I was strolling down the long winding streets of that historic city of Phila- delphia. Unconsciously I walked on and did not notice the manhole that had been carelessly left open by some workman. Suddenly I was grasped from behind, just in time to be saved from falling. Turning about to see who my rescuer was, I saw a well- dressed man, who resembled some one whom I had seen. Before I could speak he exclaimed, "Why, George, don't you know Corp Kulash, your old Burgy High classmate ?" After a hearty handshake, I accepted his invitation to go up to his office. After entering the building of the Curtis Publishing Com- pany, what was my surprise to be led right through the waiting room and in- to the president's office. Corp calmly took the seat behind the desk and said, "Sit down!" I could control my curios- ity no longer and I burst out saying, "Are you the president of this com- pany?'' He replied quickly, "Most certainly". Then we started to talk of high school days and I asked him if he knew where any of the other members of the class were. He smiled and replied, "I know where they all are, one of them, in fact, is right here in this building, for Alice Dansereau is editor of The Ladies Home Journal. I inquired why she had not taken up teaching as she had planned. He blushed and replied, "She liked this position better." Corp then offered to take me to visit the others of the class who had ac- cepted positions in Philadelphia. First we visited the high school in the cen- ter of the city. Here Corp introduced me to the principal, a Miss Russell. Could this be Evelyn Russell, our de- mure and smiling classmate ? How she had changed ! After a brief con- versation she left to attend to her pressing duties which we could see had changed her into a woman of care and responsibility. After leaving the high school we drove down the Avenue until we came to a new twentA-storv building- which I learned was a chemistry laboratory. Corp told me that William Witherell was the chief chemist and that he had been working on a new theory by which the sun's rays would be convert- ed into electrical energy. "All stu- dents highly advanced in Chemistry come here to study this new theory," Corp said. We went in and found Witherell working so hard that I had to ask him twice what he was doing. He started explaining but I was soon lost in the fog, as I had often been in chemistry class back in Burgy. After a long chat with Bill we went to the far end of the city where a famous hospital was located. Here we entered the office of the superinten- dent, Barbara Bisbee, whose efficiency in training nurses had given this hos- pital its tine reputation. After an en- joyable half-hour inspecting the hos- pital, we returned to Corps magnifi- cent home. The next day he suggested that we take a trip to Washington to se^' an- other of our classmates who was in the Senate. Entering the Senate chamber I heard a familiar voice. It was Davis Snow making a speech on THE TATTLER 11 tariff revision. Corp informed me that Senator Snow was one of the most in- fluential politicians in Washington and undoubtedly would be on the next presidential ballot. His debating abil- ity first shown at Burgy High had won him a recognized position in the polit- ical circles of the United States. On our way back to Philadelphia we were chatting about the rest of our class. Corp said they were all locat- ed in New York with the exception of Clary Snow. He had taken up farm- ing and now owned a model dairy farm in Massachusetts. His herd of pure- bred cattle numbered nearly five hun- dred. He was one of the leaders in dairy circles in the United States. The next day we started for New York to visit the others. Our first stop was at Wall Street. At one of the booths a man whom I thought I knew was watching the ticker tape. Corp said "That's James Coogan whose name now replaces J. P. Morgan on Wall Street. Our few minutes with Jim were so much like old times that I was convinced that his prosperity had not lessened his interest in his old friends. Leaving Jim we went up Fifth Ave- nue, and stopped in front of a large mansion. We were disappointed when the servant told us that her mistress was out, for Corp had told me that Edith Pearl, who was the greatest wo- man author of love stories, lived there and that she had just received $50,000 for her latest manuscript. From Fifth Avenue we went down town to the shopping district where Corp stopped in front of a large Fash- ion Shoppe. Entering we asked for the proprietor who was none other than Rena McCloud who had evidently been very successful in her business. Rena could scarcely talk about her business she was so eager to tell us about the opening performance of Edith's plav "Heart Throbs". Imme- diately Corp suggested a theatre party which made a pleasant ending to my vacation. George Waller, '29. PROPHECY ON THE PROPHET Ten years after graduation I was back in Burgy to attend the annual alumni banquet. Here I found several old classmates with whom I was busily talking. I heard a voice that sounded familiar — "Now I bet you" — I stopped short in my conversation. I was try- ing to think where I had heard that expression so often before. I excused myself and started to walk in the di- rection from which the voice came. There stood a young man, with flaming- hair, waving his arms and talking very loud. There was quite a crowd gath- ered around him and I was anxious to hear what was so exciting. I kept staring at the gentleman because he looked familiar and still he didn't. He had the whitest skin imaginable and just then I heard a voice saying, "Yes after I left high school I decided that the first thing to do was to get rid of 12 THE TATTLER those freckles. I immediately set to work to find a really reliable remedy. With my extensive knowledge in Chemistry it wasn't long before I had a solution, and this is the result." And he pointed to his face where not a freckle could be seen. Of course that was George Waller and he had managed to get rid of those freckles which were so objection- able to him because the girls used to think they made him look cute and George hated to be called "cute". As soon as I could get near enough to the distinguished gentleman I asked for a bottle of his wonderful medicine. He began a regular line about the wonders this medicine would bring about. This sounded so much like high school days when George used to try to convince the teachers of something, that I laughed. At first he was much put out at this display of rudeness, but in a moment he recog- nized me, and we were soon talking about his discovery. He told me that when he left Burgy High he really planned to take a busi- ness course but after thinking it over, he decided that it was too bad not to make use of his vast knowledge of Chemistry. So he decided to start at once to do something that would bene- fit himself at least. The result of his experiment not only made him famous but it became a source of delight to all his befreckled friends. I left George with the knowledge and joy that at least one in our class had made his fortune through his knowledge of that much despised sub- ject — Chemistry. Rena McCloud, '29. CLASS WILL We the class of 1929, being of minds somewhat unsound, and quite forget- ful of the things we ought to have done, and too often doing the things we ought not to have done, but real- izing fully that the close of our educa- tional life at Williamsburg High School is at hand, declare this our last will and testament. To the faculty, to be equally divided among them we leave an annuity of appreciation for the instruction re- ceived from them. We bequeath to the citizens of Wil- liamsburg and the School Board, as joint heirs our thanks for the generous support which they have given our public school system. To the class of 1930 we give and be- queath intact our much anticipated trip to Washington or Niagara Falls. Each trip is as good as new for we never used either. To the 1930 Athletic Association we bequeath all honors accruing from our victories and defeats and also the resi- due of our estate. To Mr. Merritt, our Superintendent, and ever loyal friend, we leave our respect and esteem, realizing that he i*> already abundantly rich in fairness, poise and common sense and that we could not further enrich him from our meager estate. We. the class of 1929, remembering the privilege of spending the years of our school life in this beautiful build- THE TATTLER 13 ing leave gratefully to Mrs. Helen E. James our good will. Edith Pearl bequeaths her poetical talents to Barbara Bissell and her maidenly charms to Nellie Donahue. Alice Dansereau leaves high marks and a sterling character to the best student in the class of 1930. Clary Snow leaves his chair in Miss Dunphy's office to Chester Golash with the hope that he never has oc- casion to use it. George Waller leaves his blushes to Phyllis Baker and his freckles to Aus- tin Snow. Evelyn Russell bequeaths her win- ning smile to Ruth Pomeroy and her coquetry to Gladys Irwin, to be used for Raymond Lee's benefit. Rena McCloud leaves all her gentle- men friends to anyone capable of en- tertaining them. Walter Kulash has decided not to leave his debating ability to any one person, but his talent to be divided equally among the debaters of 1930. His directorship of the Haydenville Savings Bank, he leaves uncondition- ally to Charlie Heath. Davis Snow leaves his catching abil- ity to Pat Merritt, providing he'll use it in baseball. Barbara Bisbee gives all the knowl- edge she has attained at the telephone exchange to Gordon Nash. James Coogan leaves his quiet and reserved manner, also his studious and athletic ability to Elroy Stanton. William Witherell gives all his scholastic ability in arguing to Thomas Barrus and his athletic ability in pitch- ing to Nathaniel Hill. To Vernon Warner we leave all old papers and marked desks. We hope the papers will be used to kindle a fire that will warm his heart towards the class of '29. In testimony thereof we hereunto set our hand and seal in the presence of these witnesses and declare this to be our last will and testament, this' twen- ty-fifth day of June in the year one thousand nine hundred and twenty- nine. Clary Snow Class of 1929. CLASS GRINDS We are the class of '29 We greet yon here tonight. Though we've not always "toed the line", We've tried to do what's right. II Just six boys and maidens five Who've worked in Burgy's Hall And now to please you I shall strive To tell about them all. Ill Alice Dansereau's many A's Will surely help in future days, Her Pro Merito honors tell Of the years she has worked so well. IV Barbara Bisbee as you know In basketball is not so slow .She can run to her patients' aid When she a full-fledged nurse is made. V Rena McCloud's a Plainfield maid, And basketball she's sometimes played. As Minii then in mystery scene. She finally changed to a Boston Bean. VI Evelyn Russell lives you know Down where the Westfield waters flow. A smiling girl with curly hair And "naughty eyes" so free from care. 14 THE TATTLER VII Now there's another girl to come; She's not bright but she's not dumb. She's really just an average girl — You'll guess her name. It's Edith Pearl. VIII When Burgy has a prize debate You listen all with interest great, One debater you'll always know It's our president, Davis Snow. IX Walter Kulash is well-known. He's attained his heights alone. Pro Merito and paper man He's been doing all he can. X Jimmie Coogan's all that he As a Senior, ought to be. Athletics find him far from slow, And too, he's a Pro Merito. XI Wiggie Witherell comes from "Hamp", At debating he's a "champ". He's proved his worth in several ways, Alike in Chemistry and plays. XII Waller comes from Conway town; You can't say his hair is brown. The youngest of the senior class, Yet he could not help but pass. XIII Last I'll tell of Clary Snow- Athletics do his talents show Though he does not care for books He takes the prize in class for looks. XIV This is the class of '29. You've heard of one and all, And for the sake of Auld Lang Syne We'll ne'er forget this hall. XV Our teachers who have done their best To guide our steps aright. We wish for you a future blest With all things fair and bright. E. M. Pearl, '29. CLASS ROLL CLASSICAL COURSE * James Coogan *Alice Dansereau *Walter Kulash Davis Snow GENERAL COURSE Barbara Bisbee Rena McCloud Edith Pearl Evelyn Russell Clary Snow George Waller William Witherell *Pro Merito Members CLASS NIGHT Address of Welcome Davis Snow Class History (lass Prophecy Prophecy on the Prophet Rena McCloud (lass Will Clary Snow (lass (.rinds Edith Pearl James Coogan George Waller GRADUATION NIGHT ( lass Oration Walter Kulash Farewell Address Alice Dansereau Jerry of Jericho Road On April 19th the musical comedy "Jerry of Jericho Road" was given in the Town Hall. The setting for this operetta was a Western ranch which had been turned into a Tourists' Camp. Phyllis Baker, in the leading role of "Jerry" captivated the audience with her clever acting, while William With- erell showed his talent as her ar- dent lover, John Drayton. The part of wealthy Alan O'Day, owner of the ranch, was taken by Walter Kulash whose ability as an actor had already been proven in his role of Kokemo. Barbara Bisbee, as Lettice Bank, and Nathaniel Hill, as her abused husband, furnished a great deal of merriment for the audience by their frequent and comical misunderstandings. The part of Sandy Bank, their daughter was de- lightfully taken by Roslyn Brown. Vic- tor Greski as an old time Westerner, and George Waller as the detective villain took their parts well. Gordon Nash, as Mr. Bean with his amusing "Yaas indeed!" made quite a hit. Edith Pearl, as the crisp old maid and Rena McCloud as the "gossipy" flap- per kept things going. The operetta was coached and directed by Miss Vivian Williams, the Music Supervisor, to whom we owe the credit of its suc- cess. CHORUS AND DANCERS Winnifred Lloyd, Barbara Bissell, Es- ther Lupien, Blanche Heath, Gladys Irwin, Priscilla Webb, Catherine Otis, Ruth Pittsinger, Neva Nash, Charles Damon, Russell Clark, Edward Shee- han, Charles Heath, James Coogan, Philip Cook, Roger Warner, Robert Merritt, Thomas Barrus, Ruthven Daniels, Alice Dansereau, Evelyn Rus- sell, Lois Bisbee. MINUET DANCERS Alice Lloyd Russell Clark Irene Porter Philip Cook Doris Sanderson Charles Damon CLASS OF 1930 President: Winnifred .Lloyd Vice-President: Robert Merritt Secretary: Gordon Nash Treasurer: Thomas Barrus This class has decreased so greatly that nearly every member can hold office. But as a class — well, it can't be beat ! We don't know much of anything about Winnie — that is, anything bad and what we do know we won't tell. As for Barbara we hear a lot, such as: "What awful tasting lipstick!" Nathaniel Hill still holds the honor of being star student and now he has come out for baseball. Good spirit, eh, what ? Gordon Nash is going abroad to make good his title of "Count". At least, we think he ought to. When people talk about Pat's driv- ing he always says, "O 'TIS nothing!" But we don't believe him. We often wonder why Barrus skips Math, class so often. His excuse is that he has to visit a beauty parlor to get his teeth manicured. CLASS OF 1931 We understand that winter is Blanche's favorite season, at least, we can't help noticing that she's always happier with a "Little Snow" near at hand. Vera, the "Ramona" of the Sopho- more class, seems to be equally popu- lar with both sexes. Roger is our "Longfellow" in more ways than one, at least, he has suc- ceded in writing quite a few poems in English class. No wonder Catherine, our basket- ball star, isn't afraid to pass by the cemetery — with that escort of "merit" she always has with her. Irene is the shy, little lady of out- class, but, of course, we have no way of knowing what happens on the school bus every day with those gal- lant Goshen boys she likes so well. We really can't make out whether Friscilla is courting Ruthven or Ruth- ven courting her, but, at any rate, their actions arouse our suspicions. We do wish that a j)ostal system might be started at W. H. S. so that Gladys and Elroy might pass their notes with greater ease. Is "Cabby" a lover of Julius Caesar ? We would say yes ! At least, he fought for him very nobly in Ancient History class. Chester, from all appearances, is very fond of English. Maybe he will teach it some day, if he ever learns the difference between "Sears and Roebuck" and "Silas Marner". We understand that Nellie is trying to reduce. Sincere wishes for her suc- cess ! 18 THE TATTLER We wonder why it is necessary for Betty to be so late every morning. Ask the truck driver ! All the girls of W. H. S. are envious of Charlie's curls. What beauty par- lor do you frequent Charlie ? Bill is so interested in Northamp- ton High School just now that we are afraid he will leave us and complete his course there. Pete, our diminutive shortstop, has a bad case of freckles. We would sug- gest that he get his face "Blanched". Roslyn has served us faithfully at the piano in chorus all year, and, as "Sandy" in the operetta, delighted everyone. As the "Spice of Life" is to the Lit- erary Digest, so is Ray Lee to the clas-. of '81. Doris seemed very fond of "post- office" at Snow's party. We would like to ask her. however, what she meant by. "second attempt." We wonder why Phyllis frequents the cemetery. Is it because of "Corpse" Phvllis ? CLASS OF 1932 President : Philip Cook Vice-President : Alice Lloyd Secretary : Charles Damon Treasurer: Russell Clark Esther Lupien is the star walker of the class. She'll get over her shy ways is she walks home much more. Miss Dunphy will have to think of a higher mark than A-f- for Ruth Pittsinger. No matter how you slice it Lois, it's still bologna. So we've been told. We can't all be lucky as Charlie Damon learning how to play the fiddle. Hey ! Gallagher, the heroine of Ivan- hoe isn't Ivanhoe. She is Rowena. Vic. Greski is our professional golfer. He divides his time between school and golf. Betty Wells tries hard to study but she finds it hard trying. Alice Lloyd is pretty regular in meet- ing the 3 :30 train out of Hayden- ville. What's the attraction Alice ? Neva Nash is the most powerful look- ing member of the freshman class. Ruth Pomeroy is the cause of many a downfall for Vic. Vacation means no rest for Phil Cook, he'll alwavs be rushed. 20 THE TATTLER To A Violet Little flower with face of blue How dainty and how trim are you! Your slender green stem is so strong Lifting your dainty head toward the dawn. Another summer day has come With the rays of the morning sun; Another day in your short life, Means much pleasure, free from strife. At evening when the day is done, Your head turns toward the setting sun; Another day has gone at last, And you rest in the deep cool grass. Roger Warner, '31. Latin I It is pretty near to mid-night, And the world seems quite at rest. Oh ! Caesar was a statesman, And he's got me at my best. II But I am not the only one For eight others in our class, Are struggling with the same hard thing, And wondering if they'll pass. Ill Oh, Latin is a great old thing, And Caesar wrote a story; Vergil wrote his Aeneid, too, For these things I am sorry. IV The bells are tolling mid-night, I'm leaving with no sorrow; I'll rise early all refreshed To continue the struggle to-morrow. William Merritt, '31. To My Country America, with your- azure lakes: America, how we love you, Your fertile fields, and flowered plains, The blue sky hung above you! America, with your blessed trees, America, home of Beauty, To keep you so, and help you grow, Our joy it is — our duty! Gladys Irwin, '31. Success The path to success is not at all straight, The path to success is long. In this path there is many a wait, Success can't be bought for a song. Raymond Lee, '31. A Spring Scene The sun was shining brightly, The flowers were all in bloom. The bees were buzzing gaily, And song-birds were in tune. II The trees were standing tall and straight The breeze was faint and warm, The squirrels peeped from out their nests, To hear the robins' song. Ill The sun went down behind the hills, The stars began to peep, The moon arose from out the Ea*t, And nature went to sleep. Roslyn Brown, "31. THE TATTLER 21 Williamsburg Williamsburg is a lovely place If one loves old-fashioned grace. Lofty rise the ancient elms, Little birds sing in their realms. In and out wind road and brook. As are not found in any book. Maple leaves look fresh and green. Simple homes and flow'rs are seen, Beautiful lawns and shady street, Upon the air the bell so sweet Resounds afar from the belfry tower, Greeting the passers-by each hour. Nathaniel B. Hill, '30. Ode to the Moon Oh moon, beneath thy soft and mellow light I lay aside my sorrows and delight. The dusky silence and the phantom trees, The grayish fields and soft'ning midnight breeze, Thy light so yellow yet so still Which shines alike on brook and hill Makes earth seem not like earth at all, And fancy finds a fairy hall, While elfins down among the grass Are planning for a party rash. Yes, moon in thy mystic light Fairies, goblins, elves delight And thou art more than light to me I always find new life with thee. Edith Pearl, '29. A Fortunate Mistake As Peggy Day was sitting musing on the front porch of their large country home in Harristown, her sister, Eliza- beth, came rushing out and exclaimed. "I think I shall start a new story to- day. Mother is feeling much better and the doctor says all she needs is rest and quiet. I hope the editors will accept my story "Springtime" because the mortgage falls due this week and I expect Mr. Daj'ton anytime now." "Your story is very good only the editors are too stupid to know it," loy- ally replied Peggy. "Forget about the mortgage !" After Elizabeth went into the sum- mer house, Peggy gathered a large bouquet of flowers which she brought to her mother. "Oh! I hope she doesn't find out about the story," she said to herself. "I did not want to see it lying around because it was too fine. I hope the new firm that I sent it to will accept it." "There's a man to see Miss Eliza- beth," called Hanna, the maid. "His name is Clayton or Dayton, I can't remember which." "She is very busy, so I'll see him," replied Peggy. "It is Mr. Dayton who has come to talk about the mortgage. If he is still here in about fifteen min- utes, bring out some cookies and lemonade." Then she went out to meet Mr. Dayton. Peggy led Mr. Dayton into the rose arbor. On the table there she had left a few of her paintings and among them was one of an old apple tree in full bloom. With a cry of delight Mr. Dayton seized the picture and said, "Who painted this ?" "Do you like it?" asked Peggy, but he did not hear her for he was far away in fancy in an orchard where there were just such trees and he was enhaling once more that sweet fra- grance of apple blossoms. 'Have you any other paintings?" he asked finally. Peggy showed him some others and, selecting three, he said that he wished to buy them. At that moment Hanna came out with some refreshments. After they had eaten, he looked at his watch and said, "I have just ten min- utes to catch the train, I will send you a check for the pictures." 22 THE TATTLER During the next few days Peggy watched the mails, hoping to receive her check. On the fourth day she saw the mailman put a letter in the box. She rushed to it but when she turned it over it was addressed to Elizabeth. "Here's a letter for you, Elizabeth," called Peggy. Elizabeth brightened but when she saw the sender's address a look of dis- appointment came over her face. "I was hoping it was from the firm where I sent my story but it is from another one," she said. As she opened the letter a check fell out and then Peggy told her that the story had come back but she had sent it to a new firm. The next day while Peggy and Eliza- beth were in the garden, a large car drove into the yard and a young man stepped out. Seeing the girls he walked directly to them and Peggy recognized the young man as the one who had taken the pictures. "I couldn't send a check," he ex- plained "because I didn't know your name." After Peggy told him, he im- mediately wrote out a check and gave it to her. "Did you come about the mort- gage?", asked Elizabeth as he sat down and began to talk. "You are Mr. Dayton, aren't you?" "Mortgage ? My ^lame is Clayton and I represent th£ publisher's firm that accepted you^ story "Spring- time". I had come to ask you to sign a contract to write ose short story a month for our magazine but when I saw the paintings I forgot all about it." Elizabeth gladly signed the con- tract and when Mr. Davton came to collect the mortgage they were able to pay it and their home was safe. Alice Dansereau ,'29. The Stolen Watch John and Arnold Goodwin were the only sons of the late Mr. Hanley Good- win, a wealthy and influential man with a beautiful estate. As their mother was dead, they were the sole heirs of their father's entire property. John, the elder of the two, had a sel- fish and repulsive character, and had always received just what he wanted. But wealth and a high social standing- had not spoiled Arnold, who was a general favorite, and had many friends because he was generous, good-natured and full of fun. It was undoubtedly because of this, that their father slightly favored his younger son in his will- John's quick jealousy was aroused and he was very angry, for this was one of the few times in his easy life that he had been denied what he wished. Although this jealousy in- creased as the days went by, he could do nothing as he knew that the will could not be contested. About a month later John discov- ered the loss of a beautiful and costly watch which his father had left him. He authorized a search and a reward for the same. All the servants' quar- ters were searched but to no avail. Finally John declared that it was only fair to search Arnold's room. Although Arnold was surprised to think that John should suspect him, he willingly assisted in the hunt. In the presence of witnesses, all of whom were John's friends except one. a Mr. Burnham. John himself found the missing watch in the bottom drawer of Arnold's bu- THE TATTLER 23 reau. This seemed sufficient to prove that Arnold had taken this watch. Mr. Burnham, Arnold's friend, for- bade anyone to touch the box in which the watch was kept until he had taken the finger prints upon it. John was furious at this for some reason which the witnesses could not understand, but which influenced Mr. Burnham even more to carry out his plan. He did not think that Arnold, who had al- ways seemed to honest and fair, had stolen the watch. He then took the fingerprints of John and Arnold. To the amazement of everyone and the great joy of Burnham, the fingerprints disclosed the fact that no one had touched the box except John himself. John finally admitted that he had put the watch in Arnold's room so that Arnold might be disgraced in the eyes of the family and even of the public. Again John's character had revealed itself and what friends he did have, left him. Due to the cleverness of Mr. Burnham, Arnold was completely exonerated and gained even more friends. Catherine Otis, '31. Music at Midnight — ! — ! — ! deep, resonant, three chords reverbrated through the halls of the Lapraik house. Mr. Lapraik was startled into semi-consciousness — then the tripping melody. It sank to the low notes — then the theme itself. Mr. Lapraik suddenly realized what this piece was. It was Tarn O'Shan- ter. He followed the witches as they danced, and Tarn as he rode, followed by the ghosts. He recognized in turn the staccato beats of the horses feet on the bridge, and then the fury of the witches deprived of their prey. The notes reached their height, and then they dropped two octaves note by note — ! — ! — ! The last low note reechoed through the house. "Well done," murmured our listener," but who is playing now?" Dong! Dong! He listened — it was midnight. A slight rustle below told the master of the house that his noc- turnal visitor had left the piano. "But," he said to himself, "Who can it be? Chloris played that same piece this afternoon when Mac Adam of Craig- engillan was here, but not like that." Suddenly jumping out of bed he went downstairs to investigate. He snapped on the lights when, Horror of Horrors, he saw Chloris, his one and only child lying on the floor, her shoulder stained with blood. Blood! Quickly dropping to his knees beside her, he felt for her heart. ''Thank God", he mummured, "She is still alive. If she had gone what would I have done, with my wife dead, and she, my onlv loved one." Rising to his feet, he carried her to the lounge and tele- phoned for the doctor and the con- stable. The doctor's report was very satis- factory for the father but puzzling to Gavin Hamilton, town constable, and a man of keen wit. She had been stabbed only slightly in the shoulder. "Nothing serious," said the doctor. "Doctor", said Hamilton, "It rather looks as though the one who did it meant no harm, doesn't it?" "Yes," admitted the doctor. "It was only a scratch and evidently was meant for no more." "What did the young lady have to say?" inquired Gavin. "Her story briefly was this," said Mr. Lapraik. "She heard a squeak 24 THE TATTLER down stairs and out of foolish curios- ity went down to investigate. She saw no one, but suddenly a bright light was flashed in her face and she felt a hand at her mouth. Then she felt some- thing sharp at her shoulder and faint- ed." "One clue there. Well! Well!" said Gavin, "A very slim one. Have you, by chance missed anything?" "No, I haven't." "I take it then that you have none of your jewelry in the house at the present time." "Oh, yes," he said, for he was a jewelry salesman, "I have six gold bracelets which arrived just last night. They are right here in my desk." He hurried to it and oj:>ened a drawer. It was empty ! "I thought so," was the constable's only reply to the blank look of aston- ishment on Lapraik's face. "Come. I believe the bracelets have not left the house. By the way, what awakened you?" "That is the queerest part of it all. It was some one playing Tarn O'Shan- ter," Lapraik replied. "You don't say! A rather difficult piece, isn't it?" queried the constable "I believe it is," said Mr. Lapraik. Mr. Hamilton maintained a posi- tion of deep thoughtfulness for sevaral minutes and then walked to the piano. After he had examined it he turned to the bench and quickly knelt, as he saw that it had a cover. He swung it back and looked in. It was empty ex- cept for the six gold bracelets and a knife, wiped clean of all traces of blood or fingerprints. As he swung it into place after removing its contents, it gave a slight squeak, "Ah," he said "I thought as much. Now be so kind as to leave me alone for an hour." In exactly an hour after Lapraik and the doctor withdrew, Hamilton appeared and asked them to accom- pany him. He went to the hotel where Mac Adam was staying and arrested the young Scotchman. The young musician, not being a hardened criminal, confessed. "Yes", he said, "I stole the bracelets and thought the best place to leave them would be in the piano bench. I loved Chloris. I knew no beggar, poor as I, would be accepted. So. when Mr. La- praik showed his daughter the brace- lets, I decided to steal them, sell them and thus obtain a little money. I did not mean to stab her. It was abso- lutely necessary to silence her for a time. So I tried to stop her mouth with my handkerchief. As bad luck would have it, I still held my knife. My hand slipped and the knife struck her shoulder. Since I was afraid she would bleed to death, the idea came to me, for I was already near the piano to play Tarn O'Shanter to awaken her father, but — 'The best-laid plans o'mice and men Gang aft a-gley." Nathaniel Hill. '30. Those Who Work, Win "I can't write a short story mother." Yerna complained ."please let me go over to Beth's, and then when I come home I'll be sure to have thought of a good one." "I would rather have you write the story first, and go visiting afterwards," her mother replied. "But mother, it jn so hot, and any- way I just hate to write." Yerna cried THE TATTLER 25 giving the unoffensive pillow a terrible punch. "Very well, but remember if you get zero in English tomorrow, besides los- ing the prize, you have only yourself to blame," her mother answered. With these words Verna bounded out of the house and down the long shady street. '"Good heavens! Fay! I should think you would bake wheeling that baby up and down," she stopped to exclaim to one of her school chums. "Well, it isn't any hotter walking than it is sitting in the house and think- ing about the heat," Fay exclaimed cheerfully. "Besides, taking Betty Jane out every night after school means two dollars at the end of the week ; and that helps a lot when you are tempted to complain of the heat. By the way, have you written your story, Verna ?" "No, I haven't, I can't think of a thing. I am going over to Beth's and we are going to play tennis. Come on over, Bob will be there," this was add- ed with a sly smile for both Verna and Fay liked Beth's brother Bob, a soph- omore in college. "Sorry, I'd love to, but you see I have to write that story. I'm out for the ten dollar prize Mr. Wayne offered for the best story in the Senior English class," and Fay laughed. "Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow," she called as she wheeled the carriage down the street. Verna had a fine time all the after- noon, never stopping to think of a story. Bob walked home with her and she enjoyed the sensation of having all the girls see her. Poor Fay, who was working diligently on the story, saw them go by laughing and talking. She stopped for a moment in her writing and asked herself, "What is the use? Verna always gets by and has so much fun. Why should I always work?" Two days later the teacher an- nounced that Fay was the winner of the ten dollar jjrize and that she was to read her story that night at the en- tertainment given by the high school. Verna congratulated Fay and told her how glad she was. Verna really was glad because she was inclined to be lazy, and anyway she thought, "What is the use of working hard like that? What is a little thing like a zero in English?" But that night, after the entertain- ment, everyone told Fay what a fine story it was. Then as Verna was on her way out of the building she heard Bob say — "That was a great story Fay, — May I take you home ? My car is outside." "What do you know about that!" Verna sighed sorrowfully. "He only walked home with me, and now he is driving Fay home in that corking new roadster ! Well ! She deserves it and this is what I get for being so lazy," she added kindly. Rena McCloud, '29. Adoption Papers Selma Harrington sank wearily into a deep cushioned arm chair, and looked about her. It was difficult for the fifteen year old orphan to fully realize that everything in that room was hers, and that she really did be- long to some one, at least, even though it was by adoption. Ever since she could remember she had lived in an orphan asylum in a neighboring city, only leaving it for short intervals when 26 THE TATTLER some stranger had fancied her for a helper or companion. One day a capable young welfare worker. Miss Brent, by name, had visit- ed the asylum and asked to see the girl. The young woman had felt drawn to her at once, and, a few weeks later, when she had become Mrs. Kent, she had taken Selma to her new home with her. The first few weeks of Selma's new life, seemed to the girl as a pleasant dream but at length, the "newness" wore off, and she began to grow ac- customed to the whirl of events, such as — high school and new friends, the Girl's Glee Club, scouts, and athletics. Selma enjoyed the activities of her new life immensely, but more thrilling than anything else was the fact that she was taking violin lessons, and had a lovely violin all her own. The hours she spent in practice were the happiest of her whole day, and she proved to be a very talented pupil, making re- markable progress. She loved to coax melodies from its threadlike strings, many times losing herself in reverie as she played. But Selma could not help feeling lonesome, at times, and she often longed to be really related to someone. Frequently she imagined that Mrs. Kent, whom she had grown to love, were her own aunt, and then, coming from her reverie, she would feel lone- lier than ever. * # * # * A furious November wind was howl- ing about the Kent home, scattering withered brown leaves hither and thither. Mrs. Kent was out for the afternoon, and it would be an hour or two before Mr. Kent would appear. Selma, after rummaging through a pile of old, yellow, dilapidated music had found a selection which she was now playing. Its plaintive, wistful melody captivated her, and she made a lovely picture as she stood there in the flick- ering shadows of the dim library. Her wealth of reddish golden hair was coiled about her head, her velvety brown eyes nearly closed, and her form swayed slightly in time to the music. Mrs. Kent hastened up the cement walk toward her home, eager for its cozy protection against the biting Nov- ember gales. As she opened the front door, a haunting, appealing melody reached her ears, and she turned, her face suddenly ashen white. Trembling violently, she brushed her hand across her eyes and stepped toward the lib- ra r \ T door. The ravs of the dving em- hers of the fire, glistened in Selma's tresses, and transformed the thick braids into a halo. Then with a shrill, piercing little cry Mrs. Kent tottered forward. "Kathleen!" she cried, "Kathleen!" holding the door casing for support. The music stopped suddenly, and Selma hurried to her. "Yes. Auntie, are you ill? Did you want me ?" "No, child, no." answered the wom- an weakly, regaining her self-control, "just nervous, and tired a bit. that's all. Help Margaret with the supper, dear, while I rest." Then softly, "Oh, Kathleen !" After a very silent meal, Mrs. Kent put her hand on Selma's arm beseech- ingly. "Play that piece for me again. Sel- ma," she said kindly, "that piece you were playing this afternoon. Selma nodded eagerly, glad to re- THE TATTLER 27 turn to her violin, and newly found selection. With Mr. and Mrs. Kent stated upon the davenport, Selma be- gan. She played beautifully, as she had that afternoon — so beautifully that Mr. Kent, a natural lover of music should have been impressed by it — but he was not. He was too upset about his wife. There she was, sitting- bolt upright, and clutching his arm fiercely forming that word, 'Kathleen'. At length, the music stopped. "Glee Club rehearsal tonight," ven- tured Selma, "they need me for the violin obligato to one of the songs. Do you want me to play any more? If "No, child," interrupted Mrs. Kent, almost sharply, "Go". And Selma did. "Now, Ralph," said the woman to her husband, "don't look at me like that — I'm not crazy. But as Selma stood there and played she reminded me of my sister, Kathleen, who eloped many years ago and never returned. Selma is exactly like her, and it is queer I never noticed the resemblance before. However, I think there is no mistake. Selma must be my niece. Now I am going to consult Mrs. Dick- ens, the matron of the asylum, as soon as possible. ***** Mrs. Kent rapped briskly upon Mrs. Dickens' office door. Then the ma- tron's voice, "Yes, come in! Why Charlotte Kent! Surely you haven't a complaint to make about Selma. You've stood her two months—." "No complaint to make about Sel- ma," interrupted Mrs. Kent sharply, "but about the place she came from. Listen, Emma Dickens, you refused to tell me of her past life when I took her nearly two months ago. I said nothing then, but now, it is different. I demand an explanation of the girls' heredity. As her guardian, I should know." Mrs. Dickens cleared her throat helplessly. "It is a long story," she began, "told to me by her father. It seems Selma's. mother had had some trouble at home, and had eloped. Her father had or- dered her never to return home again, and she never did, but went out West somewhere with her husband, where she died soon after her baby's birth. The father then took the child back East with him. Unable to find a home for her, he brought her to the asylum where she was to remain until he was better able to support her. But be- fore she was a year old, he died. He begged me not to tell of the girl's past life because the mother did not seem to want anyone to know of her baby. His name was Wallace Harrington and her's Kathleen — why, Brent, I be- lieve." "Yes," nodded Mrs. Kent shortly, "thank you, good-bye." ***** And that night when Selma finally crawled into bed, her own mother's sweet loving eyes watched her from a picture recently hung upon the wall, and Selma realized that she was re- lated to someone, after all. "Why you could burn the adoption papers, and I'd still be yours, wouldn't I, Auntie?" she whispered, her hand in Mrs. Kent's. And that woman, as hap- j)y as Selma herself, slowly nodded. Phyllis Baker, '31. 28 THE TATTLER "Perseverance" Leah was the oldest of a family of eight children, who lived with her par- ents in a small village called Brook- field. All her life Leah had lived at home helping to earn money for the family. Her father was the village blacksmith and his yearly income was not very much. Leah's mother was very pa- tient through all the trials, which were so frequently placed before her, and the many cares of the family were a great anxiety to her. Leah was very fond of books, and she longed for an education. However, she knew her father's means would not take her beyond grammar school. Day after day she toiled in the home, cleaning, washing and baking. She often wished she had an opportunity as other girls had. Leah liked child- ren very much and she longed to be a teacher one day, but she knew this was useless without a High School educa- tion. On Leah's fourteenth birthday a let- ter came in the mail from her Aunt Marie, who lived in Ohio. With trem- bling fingers she opened the letter. As she read its contents a look of delight came over her face. Running eagerly into the room where her mother was sewing, she showed the letter to her fond parent. Toge- ther they read it again and again for they could not believe it was true. Aunt Marie wanted Leah to come and live with her as she was growing- old and did not wish to live alone. She also said, "As Leah is very much interested in school and books, I should be very much pleased to put her through High School, here in Dayton." Leah was overjoyed with the plan, as were her parents, who thought it was a great opportunity for their daughter. Great preparations were made for the trip to Ohio, and it was an excited girl who boarded the train for her Aunt's home a week later. ***** Four years had passed since Leah came to Ohio. She had graduated with honors from High School, and now the question was "Where shall I go next?" Her father back in the East did not need her help now, but her aunt was very old, and her health was failing, so Leah stayed and helped her aunt until her death in August. Aunt Marie left Leah a large sum of money to do with as she wished. In September she entered Normal School, thus realizing her greatest ambition. Ruth Pittsinger, '32. Un Soir a Paris "Where do we dine this evening, my good Edouard? The months when the rich and most generous Americans are not here are not so good for our digestion sometimes, yes?" remarked Comte de Lebretagne, while strolling along the Rue Bonaparte. "Well. I think something worth- while awaits us at the Hotel du Louis, the clerk, tells me that J. M. Stanley and his daughter Jane arrived there last night — I've heard of her before — a good catch ! Let us hasten — She may come down to dinner alone because her father is not well — " "Here we are and here she comes — what luck. Tiens ! — One moment Comte! Ah, Miss Jane Stanley? — Allow me — my friend Comte de Lebra- tagne — Mis>. Stanley of Georgia. Ah. but you know me?" as the i>irl inter- rupted. "No? alas, you must have for- THE TATTLER 29 gotten ! I am Gordon Davenport's most intimate friend, Edouard Braise. Ah, what pleasures we experience to- gether upon his frequent visits — And uh uh — " as she again interrupt- ed this stream of fluency — "And al- ways he speaks of the Miss Jane Stan- ley, and did I not have the great hon- or of dancing with you last season? Ah-h ? — Of course you must dine with us! Right over here — Garcon!" And as charming, suave but volu- able Edouard Braise rapidly checked off the order, the handsome Comte captured the excited but somewhat be- wildered Miss Stanley in brilliant con- versation concerning his business con- nections with her father and other as- sociates. "Ah now," continued Edouard, "once more your father, he is well?' Good !" to her vague assent. Jane Stanley made a pretense of eating and, bewildered, looked from one Frenchman to the other, who were now giving all their attention to the soup; now the salad; now the meat — . "Why, just as if they expected it to vanish the next moment!!' Jane re- called later. "Queer — joining them in a meal like this. I do not remember having met them before, but Ell speak to Dad; perhaps he knew them." "Well, anyway it was awfully in- triguing to be dining with two charm- ing Frenchmen, and one of them a Comte ! Something to tell the girls back home," she mused, "even though M. Braise was rather dashing in his ways — including table manners" — suc- ceeding in smothering a giggle. Edouard jjaused in his attack on the Bastille — or rather pie — to catch a signal from the garcon. "Ah, pardon ! — one moment, please" — A few brief and rapidly exchanged sentences with the waiter, and he came back to the table with a con- cerned frown on his face. "I am very sorry, but the bad news must be said — Comte, that expected call arrived and we must at once de- part. What an inconvenience ! Miss Stanley, a thousand apologies but the Comte and I are called on a business errand, and we must take a reluctant leave of your charming person." And bending over her hand, they each murmured — "A most enjoyable evening, au revoir, mademoiselle." Jane's doubting eyes followed their rapidly disappearing backs, when the garcon respectfully murmured, "Voici la note, mademoiselle!" We see M. Braise and Comte de Le- bretagne again in the street, and do we hear the Compte conclude — "Yes, a most enjoyable meal, n'est-ce pas?" And Edouard drolly adds, "Oh, well, my good friend, one must eat — and ces Americains — si genereux!" W. E. Lloyd, '30. Too Late The massive prison gates slowly closed. This time the man was gazing on the world while ten years ago he had looked upon the narrowness of the prison and the gloom of long- work and suffering. Ten years had made him hard, skeptical and full of thirst for revenge. This was not strange for he had been }:>laced in jail for a minor offense ; partly because the state had given him a young inexperi- enced lawyer to defend him, but most- ly because the judge had always had a grudge against his family. During 30 THE TATTLER those years in jail he had come in contact with many professionals in crime. He had learned the tricks of every trade, and how and when to use them. Now he stood sensing again that feeling of freedom; he remembered all his past grievances, his many plans while he was toiling neath the burning sun and he sneered. "Old world! you will wake up — too late," he said. ***** About a week later anyone picking up a newspaper would have seen news of various robberies. Detectives had been working on these cases and they were all attributed to a single individ- ual. In each case, no clue was found except a scrap of paper with the auto- graph "T. Late" hurriedly scribbled thereon. After his work had been ac- complished the criminal just disap- peared and the detectives always ar- rived — too late. ***** Just before sunset, there appeared from a clump of trees on a solitary country road, a man's figure. He went rather stealthily for he had hopes of a rich haul that night. A summer residence was to be left unguarded and the famous Wentworth diamonds were his for the taking. He was getting the lay of the land while he could see, but he always waited till evening for the deed. After he had secured the neces- sary information, he started back. Suddenly a wonderful glow illumined the earth. He looked up, and gazed in awe and wonder, for the sun in setting had glorified the earth. His eyes be- held such beauty in color and cloud formation that it seemed as though the gates of heaven had opened before his vision. Soon it seemed as though he was looking at another sunset with his mother and he heard her sweet voice say. "Always remember, dear, that a sunset is God's promise for better times." "Better times," he repeated bitterly, "If they come they will come as all things come — too late." Yet his newly awakened soul cried out, "Is it too late?" "Yes it is!" the man said harshly and walked on, but he realized in his heart that it was not too late. He might yet live a good and true life, might become a loyal and faithful citizen. And somehow the swaying branches of the stately trees whispered persuasion to him, the breezes sighed a soft encouragement, and all nature entreated him. So he went back to his own hiding place where the results of the robberies were kept. It was all there and that same night he returned the stolen goods to their respective owners. It was an all-night job and when the owners found their property returned and had notified the detectives, they arrived on the scene — too late. Thus through nature and his mother a hardened criminal was changed sud- denly into a self-respecting citizen, be- loved by all his countrymen for his good deeds. Edith Pearl, '29. Only a Girl "Mother, isn't it a pity that Cousin Louise is coming just at this time; she will be such a bother to me. How- can 1 play with a girl ? Why, she will bring a wax-doll with her. 1 suppose !" So spoke Billie Herman, who being the only child of a widowed mother, had been consulted in everything more THE TATTLER 31 than was good for him, with the result that lie was rather a selfish lad who could not bear to have any plan of his own overturned for the sake of others. "It is rather a pity,'' replied his mother kindly, "if you think that hav- ing Louise in the house will spoil your holidays. Louise, although a city-bred girl can play at many games which you like well enough. We ought to be kind you know, Billie, and give up our plans sometimes for the sake of others. Don't you think so, my dear?" "Well, I don't know," grumbled Bil- lie. "I don't understand girls' ways; they cry for the least thing, and they can't cross a brook without tumbling into it, and as for climbing over a fence! Oh, dear! How thankful I am that I am not a girl!" But his mother only laughed. "Well Billie," she said, "I know that *ome girls are troublesome, but I believe Louise is a very amiable girl, and I feel certain that you will like her." But Billie's face still wore a some- what displeased expression. "Mother," he said, "I wish you had not called her an amiable girl. I just hate the idea, but I suppose it can't be helped now. I declare, there she comes!" "Already?" said his mother, "and I intended to meet her at the station. She must have come on an earlier train. Come, Billie ! Help her out of the cab." "Of course," grumbled Billie. "Help her out, indeed ! Has she no legs of her own? If she had been a boy she would have been on the doorstep in a twinkling. However, here goes," and with a resigned look he followed his mother to the hall door. After a few pleasant days, every- thing went well with Billie and Louise who seemed to be, (as people say) "Just made for each other." Now there came a sudden change which only showed Louise in a still more amiable light. Billie, who had climbed one day to an owl's nest, missed his footing, fell to the ground and was carried home with a badly fractured, leg. While he was home with this fractured leg Louise read stories to him, encouraged him, and told him that his leg would soon be well again. When his health was quite restored and when Louise was about to leave her aunt's pretty, country-home, and return to the noisy, crowded city, Bil- lie went with her to the railway sta- tion. In his heart there was something heavy which seemed to weigh it down. Billie never before experienced such a feeling! "Isn't it strange," he thought, "to feel like this when part- ing with only a girl !" « "Dear cousin," he said, "How I shall miss you! How kind you have been! I heard Mother ask you to come back to see us again, Do come, Louise!" Then Louise smiled, "Won't I be glad to come!" she said, "I do love the country, and auntie, and you too, Billie, tho' you are — 'only a boy'." Alice Lloyd, "62. Fairyland It was winter time and the streets of London were dark and dreary. A lit- tle girl was walking down the street. Her clothes were ragged and she had no shoes. She was cold and as she passed by the houses she wished that she lived in one of them which looked so cozy and warm inside. People pass- ing by didn't notice her. They were hurrying home to their sujaper and were going to spend a delightful even- 32 THE TATTLER in» there. A few days ago this little girl had a mother and, although they were very poor they were happy. But one morning the mother didn't answer the little girl's call. The cruel land- lady told her harshly that she was dead. The little girl knew that she couldn't live there any more, so thai was why she was wandering along the street. It was growing colder and she began to hurry. At the end of the street was a shed where some workmen kept their tools. The little girl thought that she would spend the night there. She soon fell fast .asleep and had a wonderful dream of Fairyland. A beautiful woman was bending over her. The little girl told her sad story. The woman listened and then said. "Darling, don't you know me? I am your mother. I am so glad you have come to live with me again." The little girl recognized her mother and thought she was more beautiful than ever before. The mother told her little girl what a wonderful place it was, that it was always warm, with plenty to eat, and no sorrows. There were many other little children play- ing around and the little girl soon made friends with them. The next morning the men came to the shed to get their tools and found the little girl lying there. They were rough workmen but were awed at the smile on her face. Blanche Heath, '31. Origin of the Constitution All down through the ages man's first desire has been for freedom. This desire received its first real satisfaction in the Athenian democracy. There through the "Golden Age of Pericles" it flourished in its fullest bloom. Years rolled on. Rome rose and fell. Coun- try after country came to the fore and then perished as Rome had perished. And as we continue to turn the pages of history we see England in all her glory. Here, roughly speaking, the Consti- tutional form of government may be said to have had its first use, when the barons of England met king John at Runnymede, in an armed parley which would have ended in open rebellion had their desires not been gratified. These, our forefathers, were not de- manding new laws or better, but a righteous and consistent administra- tion of laws which they regarded as already established — their immemorial birthright as English men. We now come to the period in his- tory when there were thirteen strug- gling colonies on the East Coast of North America. Thirteen separate colonies, the largest of which had but half a million people. All of these owed allegiance to the British Crown: all except Connecticut and Rhode Is- land received their governors from England. But practically each colony was a self governing Commonwealth left to manage its own affairs with scarcely any interference from home. When the oppressive measures of the home government roused the col- onies, they naturally sought to organ- ize their resistance in common. Sing ly they would have been an easy prey for it was long doubtful whether even in combination they could stand against regular armies. Therefore delegates from twelve states met at Philadelphia in 1771 and called them- selves the Continental Congress. In 1776 a second Congress declared the independence of the Colonies and THE TATTLER 33 framed the Articles of Confederation. But this form of government was destined to fall. It was built upon too weak a foundation. It was formed to carry the colonies through the war with England and it accomplished its purpose. But through those years, called by some the most critical in our history, after Washington had safely guided us through the war with England, its incompetence was sadly felt. Sad experience of their internal dif- ficulties and of the contempt with which foreign governments treated them, at last produced a feeling that some firmer and close union was need- ed. As a result of this a convention of delegates from five states met at An- napolis, Maryland. It drew up a re- port which condemned the existing state of things, declared that reforms were necessary and suggested a fur- ther general convention in the follow- ing year. Congress to whom the report had been submitted, approved of this and recommended the states to send dele- gates to a convention which should re- vise the Articles of Confederation. The convention thus summoned met at Philadelphia on the 14th of May 1787, and chose George Wash- ington to preside. Delegates attended from every state except Rhode Island, and among these delegates were to be found the best intellect and the ripest political experience the United States then continued. The instructions which they had re- ceived limited their authority, but with admirable boldness the majority ulti- mately decided to prepare a wholly new constitution to be considered and ratified not by Congress or the state legislatures but by the people of the United States. This famous assembly which con- sisted of fifty-five delegates, sat near- ly five months and expended upon it an amount of labor and thought commensurate with the magnitude of the task and the sjDlendor of the re- sult. It is hard today even for Ameri- cans to realize how enormous those difficulties were. The convention had not only to create a new constitution on the most slender basis of preexist- ing national institutions, but it had in so doing to respect the fears and jealousies and apparently irreconcil- able interests of thirteen separate com- monwealths. Well might Hamilton say: "The establishment of a constitu- tion, in times of profound peace, by the voluntarv consent of a whole peo- pie, is a prodigy to the completion of which I look forward with trembling anxiety", and well might he quote the words of David Hume: "To balance a large state or society whether monar- chic or republican, on general laws, is a work of so great difficulty that no human genius however comprehensive is able by the mere dint of reason and reflection to effect it. The judgments of many must unite in the task; ex- perience must guide their labor ; time must bring it to perfection ; and the feeling of inconveniences must correct the mistakes which they inevitably fall into in their first trials and ex- periments." There were elements of unity in the colonies, there were also elements of diversity. All spoke the same langu- age. All but a few belonged to the same race. All managed their affairs 34 THE TATTLER by elective legislatures attached to local self government, and all were animated by a common pride in their successful resistance to England. On the other hand, the wealth of some colonies consisted in slaves, of others in shipping; while in others there was a population of small farm- ers characteristically attached to old habits. But .while these diversities and jeal- ousies made union difficult, two dan- gers were absent which have beset the framers of constitutions for other na- tions. There were no reactionary con- spirators to be feared, for every one prized liberty and equalitv. There were no questions between classes, no animosities against rank and wealth. The Constitution was and remains what its authors styled it, eminently an instrument of compromises ; it is perhaps the most successful instance in history of what a judicious spirit of compromise may effect. There was struggle everywhere over the adoption of the constitution, a struggle presaging the birth of the great parties that for many years di- vided the American people. The chief source of hostility was the belief that a strong central government en- dangered both the rights of the states and the liberties of the individual citizen. Freedom, it was declared. would perish, freedom rescued from George III would perish at the hands of her own children. Feeling was very bitter and in some states, notably New York and Massachusetts, the ma- jorities were dangerously narrow. But eventually every state ratified it and on Jan. 7. 1789, who was more deserv- ing to become the father of our coun- try and our first president, than George Washington ? The Constitution of 1789 deserves the veneration with which the Ameri- cans have been accustomed to regard it. It is true that many criticisms have been passed on its arrangement and upon the artificial character of some of the institutions it creates. It has been charged with having contained the germ of the Civil War, though that aerm took seventy vears to come to maturity. Yet. after all deductions. it ranks above every other written con- stitution, for the intrinsic excellence of its scheme, its adaptation to the cir- cumstances of the people, the simpli- city, brevity and precision of its lan- guage, its judicious mixture of definite- ness in principle with elasticity in de- tails. The American Constitution is no ex ception to the rule that everything which has power to win the obedience and respect of men must have its roots deep in the past and that the more slowly every institution has grown so much the more enduring is it likely to prove. There is little in this Consti- tution that is absolutely new. There is much as old as Magna Charta. The Constitution of the United States has lasted for over a century and probably if we could gaze far in- to the dim future, we would see it still standing; still supported by those prin- ciples upon which it was formed. D. W. Snow. '29. Debating Society Officers President Vice-President Sec.-Treas. Davis Snow '29 Walter Kulash '29 James Coogan '29 The debating- society had another successful year. From the first pre- liminary in September until its last in- terscholastic in April a keen interest was sustained in debating. The September debate was on the subject, "Resolved, that the Philip- pines should be granted immediate in- dependence." This was won by Wil- liam Witherell, with Clary Snow as sec- ond. The subject of the October debate was, "Resolved, that military training should be compulsory in our schools and colleges." Thomas Barrus won first place and Winnifred Lloyd second. The third and last preliminary de- bate was held in November. The sub- ject was, "Resolved that United States should protect by armed force, if necessary, the property of her citizens abroad." This was won by Nathaniel Hill, with Gordon Nash second. The participants of the prize debate were Winnifred Lloyd, Walter Kulash and Davis Snow who upheld the affirm- ative, and William Witherell, Nathan- iel Hill and Thomas Barrus who up- held the negative. The question was, "Resolved, that the government should own and oj)erate our water power pro- jects." The affirmative won. The first prize of $5 was won by Walter Kulash. This prize was contributed by the Alumni Association in order to further this good work among the stu- dents; Winnifred Lloyd received hon- orable mention. In our first interscholastic debate this year, Hopkins Academy was de- feated by our team comprised of Winn- ifred Lloyd, William Witherell and Nathaniel Hill, who upheld the affirma- 36 THE TATTLER the of the question, "Resolved, that The Debating Society wishes to the jury system should be abolished." thank Mrs. Warner for continuance of Our other interscholastic debate was her wonderful work in promoting very with Amherst. The subject was, "Re- successful intrascholastic and inter- solved that the Philippine Islands scholastic debates. The Society also should be given their independence." wishes to thank all those who in any Our team composed of Davis Snow, way contributed to the success of the Thomas Barms and Walter Kulash teams. won after a close battle. "SONG HITS" Sonny Bov George Waller Over There Davis Snow Good News Graduation Button Up Your Overcoat I'll Get By Clary Snow James Coogan Sweethearts on Parade Too Many Parties and Too Many Pals Rena McCloud and William Witherell Barbara Bissell Does She? I'll Say She Does Her Beaus are Qnly Rainbeaus Blanche Heath AHce Dansereau Weary River Thomas Barm* . Pal O Mine Barbara Bisbee You Should See My Neighbor's Daugh- . ., „ lo-gether \\ innie and D. D. ter Robert Merritt How about Me? Ruthven Daniels You Were Meant for Me Phvllis Baker That Certain Party Gordon Nash Phyllis is My Only Joy "Corp" Kulash I Can't Give You Anything But Love High Up on the Hill-top ^ , T & ^ r Ravmond Lee Nathaniel Hill Three O'clock in the Morning Kiss Me Again Priscilla Webb Charlie Heath Was it a Dream? Evelyn Russell , F&n Down ^ Go Boom I'm All Alone Roslyn Brown Edith Pearl All by Myself in the Moonlight When Shall We Meet Again Gladys Irwin Winnifred Lloyd ^ :' : ""ti**'-" )r ^^1^ ^ --^ • |«M|M| "*T" V . 4 . 4JJ i vsj V»j/| Ih ' m M >* ten. iafifi' i — » \ -—J r3n -a J. ■ | VP| * athletic: Basketball The sound of a whistle was heard, and the basketball season had opened. Burgy was the victor in eight of the sixteen games played. Victories over Belchertown (2), Huntington (2), Charlemont (2), Smith School (1) and Sanderson Academy (1) made a total of eight. Williamsburg played several teams out of its class. In those games, the M. A. C. Freshmen, Smith Academy, St. Michaels, Clarke School were the victors. Several times during the season, the squad was hard hit by sickness. However, a fighting spirit and loyalty to their coach saved Burgy from any disastrous defeats. The team closed the season with a fast finish by a 50-20 score over Bel- chertown. >cores Will Will Will Will Will Will Will Will Will Will Will Will Will Will Will Will amsburg 14, St. Michaels 2 8 amsburg 13, Easthampton 40 amsburg 23, Ashfield 17 amsburg 22, Smith School 17 amsburg 28, Belchertown 16 amsburg 16, Clarke Cchool 35 amsburg 20, Smith School 27 amsburg 33, Huntington 16 amsburg 12, M.A.C. Freshmen 17 amsburg, 17, Smith Academy 28 amsburg 16, St. Michaels 29 amsburg 28, Huntington 14 amsburg 50, Belchertown 20 amsburg 18, Ashfield 33 amsburg 40, Charlemont 25 amsburg 33, Charlemont 13 Baseball After weeks of waiting, the excess moisture disappeared from the dia- mond, and Burgy entered an enjoyable baseball season. The outstanding vic- tory was a whitewash over Burgy's rival, Ashfield, 5-0. Two games have been lost this year in extra innings. While the season is yet incomplete, a fine spirit of enthusiasm prevails throughout the squad, due in no small measure to the keen interest and fine coaching of Mr. Wilder. Scores Smith School 11. Williamsburg 4 Belchertown 5, Williamsburg 3 Ashfield 0, Williamsburg 5 Belchertown 6, Williamsburg 18 South Hadley 8, Williamsburg 7 So. Hadley 11, Williamsburg 10, 10 in. Charlemont 13, Williamsburg 11 Charlemont 16, Williamsburg 15, 10 in. Girls' Basketball "Who plays in the preliminary?" asked an interested fan. In a second, the floor was a scene of a girls' bask- etball game. The Burgy girls under the direction of Miss Burke had opened a successful season. Victories over Sanderson Academy (1), Huntington (2). and Cummington (1) gave the Burgy girls a winning percentage. A loss to Sanderson Academy, and two losses to Charlemont completed the season. Williamsburg 9, Charlemont 10 Williamsburg 26, Ashfield 13 Williamsburg 8, Ashfield 10 Williamsburg 35, Cummington 13 Williamsburg 16, Huntington 13 Williamsburg 26, Huntington 17 Williamsburg 8, Charlemont 18 THE TATTLER 39 Alumni Notes Class of '28 Evelyn Atherton — College House in Northampton. Clara Atherton — College House in Northampton. Leroy Weeks — State Roadman. Mildred Roberge — At home. Pauline Webb — Massachusetts Agri- cultural College. Walter Utley — Massachusetts Agricul- tural College. Mary Black — Massachusetts Agricul- tural College. Logia Kmit — Northampton Commer- cial College. Elizabeth Pennington — B u r n h a ni School, Northampton. Henry Drake — McCallum's Hosiery. Olive Rhoades — Westfield Normal School. Colleges Robert Tetro '27 — Massachusetts Agri- cultural College. Richard Merritt '27 — Massachusetts Agricultural College. Alma Graves '24 — Cooley Dickinson Hospital. Helen Merritt '27 — Smith College. Graduates, June, 1929 Francis Manwell '24 — from Amherst College. Marriages Milton Howes '20 to Gertrude Gloyd ex-'28. Lyndal H. Cranson '23 to Robert C. Dennison, Colrain. Hazel Holden '25 to Roger Bennett, Southbridge. Engagements Mildred Roberge '28 to Lester Damon. Wilfred Graves '21 to Marion Heiller. Positions Hazel Hathaway '27 — King's Insur- ance Office. Helen Tetro '23 — Bank at Bristol, Ct. Leslie Packard '27 — M. A. C. Office, Northampton. Bruce Nash '25 — Troy, N. Y. Wilbur Purrington '25 — Head of In- vestment Dept., Hampshire County Trust. Births To Mr. and Mrs. Harry Tower (Car- rol Clark '25) a girl Harriet Lucille. To Mr. and Mrs. Milton Howes (Mit Howes '26) a girl Thelma Marion. To Mr. and Mrs. Charles Shelnut (El- vera Schuler '29) a boy Richard Edward. 40 THE TATTLER Class Grinds Pat Merritt had declined the nomin- ation for President of the Debating Society. When he was nominated for Vice-President. Priscilla Webb said: "He's reclined once!" Mr. Wilder: Put that candy up! "D. D." Pearl: Oh ! It's going down. Miss Williams: I can't hear you singing. — — : Come up closer! (affection- ately). Miss Williams: I want to have you understsand that I don't want to be picked up again ! Mrs. Warner (to Corp. who is think- ing of other things) : You could at least pay attention even if you are go- ing to be leading lady ! Miss Burke (in English) : Johnson would often look at the church steeple and not be able to tell the time. Corp: That's nothing I do that lots o'times. Teacher: It will be four o'clock in just five minutes. Neva Nash : What time is it now ? Mr. Wilder: What does veal come from ? Alice Llovd : Lamb. Barrus (dropping acid bottle) : Well it was empty anyway ! Wiggie (absently) : Was there any- thing in it ? Miss Dunphy (in Caesar class) : Austin, what is a panic? "Pete" (who has been out the night before) : It's a result of happiness. Mr. Wilder: Why Barrus, that ex- ample can't be done ! 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Haydenville Savings Bank Harden ville, Mass. The "E & J" Cigar Co, MANUFACTURERS OF CIGARS "E. & J's" and Fenbros WHOLESALERS OF CIGARS, CIGARETTES, TOBACCO 23 Main St. NORTHAMPTON, MASS. Tel. 815-M C. A. TILEY WILLIAMSBURG, MASS. Hudson, Essex and Chevrolet Motor Cars and Trucks ( harles A. Bisbee Homer R. Bisbee Tel. Chesterfield 4-2 Tel. Chesterfield 4-3 BISBEE BROTHERS Dealers in all kinds of Grain, Feed, Fertilizers, Salt, Cement and Agricultural Tools BIRD & SONS, ROOFING PAPERS •» * International Harvester Co. McCormick Line Harvester Machinery Engines and Separators Building Material . Oliver Ploys and Cultivators A specialty of High Grade Grass Seed Get our prices on anything you need before ordering elsewhere Storehouses at Williamsburg and Bisbee, Mass. Tel. Williamsburg 60 Williamsburg, Mass., R. F.. D. 1 The Haydenville Button Company You do not have to go out of Town for Insurance I am agent for two of the best Companies writing Auto Insurance of all kinds. ALSO FOR TWO GOOD COMPANIES WRITING Fire Insurance FOR YOUR BUILDINGS Give me a try WELLS G. BISBEE WILLIAMSBURG, MASS. TEL. 64 TAYLOR & MELLON Interior and Exterior Finish DIMENSION LUMBER AND FRAMING WILLIAMSBURG, MASSACHUSETTS WJ^<^^^^^^^.Vffl^ THIS BOOK WAS PRINTED BY etcalf Printing & Publishing Co*, Inc. CRAFTS AVE. I NORTHAMPTON, MASS.